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That's What She Said
03:10
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she said, "that must be it for me"
so i said, "no - you've got the lethargies"
"watch", she said
that's what she said
my luck is an open joke and i've got nothing to say
he said, "oh boy, you're running clean"
i said, "don't disrespect the memory"
"of what", he said
that's what he said
my heart is an open book and i've got nothing to say
and you wake up and it's time to go
and you wake up and it's time to go
when you wake up
sunday morning she's got nothing to say
when sunday morning comes up
i only wanted it to be with her
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3 Little Rooms
03:36
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you can throw your fruit away if you really want to
you can smush the spiders on the ceilings and walls
i will mend the rope so you can crawl up the sand dune
we can sit for still minutes in silent repose
you can do those things that will make you feel comfortable
harmless peccadilloes, little foibles and flaws
i will find a house where you can look at the sea shore
3 little rooms - and a space of your own
you can live in disregard of all the rules they wrote you
you can settle quiet in a life on YOUR terms
i will mend the chimney where the hole's letting the rain through
blessed are the readers - throw the T.V. away
you can build a city, you can write if you want to
craft cunning creations you can sell on Etsy
i will find a home where you can still smell the sea air
you can paint the colours on the walls as you please
it's a cheap play holding the light - fool!
grin fine, flailing for fortune breaks
had a kite full of giving it sober
not least for these hated remains
you can read the paper when you wake if i'm snoring
tell prescient reflections on the news of the day
i will make you eggs on homemade bread every morning
those ordinary treasure chests still holding sway
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Ship In A Bottle
04:16
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the storm comes upon us as we rush for shore
and our little boat is rolled up, turned over in it's claws
it's teeth - the broken pieces in a shipwreak mouth
shepherd little fishes into it's throaty howl
it's tongue loves like the kraken - a thousand lashes on the mast
a tattered mainsail cracks with a dead man's laugh
all the hopeless lost and lonely, all sailors lost to sea
the ghosts of tawdry ages long forgotten in their deep
i feel them all about me, see them rise from sunken caves
shadow figures beckon from the plundering waves
shape and form diminished in the tumbling weed
lost to sweet distraction in the grey-slate sea
dread pirates haunt the ship in a bottle
the sea is their surround
wet lips smack on a foamy mouth
wet words choke in sandy mouths
wet sand fills the silent mouth of the storm
cover your ears as the seagulls cry
making their shapes in the grey-slate sky
as the waves keep time
green ghosts dancing in the northern light
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The Trick
04:28
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the trick of where we are, of our existence
what we call this apparent material reality
very much in a temporal sense
the trick is that existence seems to be an ever unfolding fractal process that's constantly evolving
never the same thing, always two things at once
always one thing going into many things
constantly unfolding like a psychedelic experience, the visualisations, the images
and I've had that on high doses of weed, using binaural beats
I've experienced it sonically like listening to music
always one element of the song was changing
the backing vocals would change and then the drums would change
and it was constantly shifting
rapidly unfolding at once
now we don't experience it like that
we seem to exist in a slowly unfolding moment
a frozen moment but it's not frozen because we recognise and experience a process and a speed of time, subjectively it seems
but it's like we've managed to slow down the process by ageing so slowly
or to put it more correctly, we are so miniscule and so tiny an organism on the face of this cosmic giant that our life span is so miniscule compared to its, that it seems to age by an inexorably slow regularity
so we see time change, we see things decay, we see trees flower in different seasons
we get older, we see the physical effects of that, people die, babies grow old
we see the unfolding of time as we experience it
but it's as if we're so slow, we're between two avenues of trees that're growing slowly towards each other and those are the next layers of the fractal
and we live at such a slower rate, a lower, miniscule rate, a lower dimension if you like
and we're walking
we're walking
walking
we're walking
we're walking
and we're walking
and we're walking down the path between the two rows of trees which are growing towards each other
as the next enfolding and the proceeding unfoldment of the fractal wave
and we're just living on the edge
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Long, It Goes Over Again
02:43
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the town lapsed into silent outlines
and fell asleep by two
each day she'd watch the city die
happiness is a yesterday thing - not like that dream she had
in pink with dancers - to a halt
into the canvas flat
sits at her table
she will work the world to shape
and bend it to her will
but it's all so hard
she held an idea in spades
half-knotted to a former glory
and like a breaking branch seems to a fallen man
you wouldn't believe they are
shrunk back, back in a chair - winning here
long it goes - so long it goes over again
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Dandelion
03:29
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dandelion
what price the favour to unfold?
dandelion
uprise the favourer!
dandelion
your yellow leaches to the squall
dandelion
follow in together
dandelion
dandelion
hirsute and favourite
the weedling whitening to weightless
lions tooth elixir
wind-borne springtime seeder
on the lenten air, a sailor
let's count the clock together
ooh! dandelion
hey! dandelion
woohoo! dandelion
re-born Irish daisy
earth-nailed, summoned in to spread
spores out together, ungathered
to cankerwort and drift forever
dandelion
dandelion
new behaviour - dandelion
quit slipping on nothing forever
and dandelion
slip your ill behaviour
and dandelion
as someone who runs in an on and off relay
it's a phenomenal way down
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tuesday
what a morning to be calling that sun down, into NOW
today will be more than more than
what a mistake to be bored with your life
pleased to see that you're over it, you seem to be having it all
the morning after
oh no!
too slow!
it's Mrs. Morning Doubtful-Doubtful, effing on and on and on
that she knows, that they know and now I know
people force me to be dabbling in miracles
for the christmas morning outcome
be strong, hold on
if ever you are doubtful do be mindful
mind! mind! mind!
live tall but be small
be anything you could be
be it all
i rolled it out for you and shook it up
the christmas morning outcome
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In Parks Of Tall Trees
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in parks of tall trees
in unusual cities
the homeless sleep up in the branches
the youngest climb down for the day, to sit and supplicate under affluent boot heels
returning each night they ascend to shelter, settling snuggly into their pod-like bowers
the pods grow around them and snap into place like mighty acorns
each morning the pods unlock and let them free
the older the tramp the more fused he becomes with the tree
soon he won't leave and only his face shows like a knot in the wood
these are the wisdom keepers
the voices of the streets and the trees
they have both feet alive, one in each reality
the oldest vagrants have completely melded within the wood
their consciousness given over to the hive mind of the forest
all trace and semblence of humanity lost
sometimes only eyes showing, like carvings upon the bark
in parks of tall trees
in unusual cities
the pirate ship in the dock, refitted as a curiosity shop
below the ice-falls above
and the frozen out-of-season ski runs
long barrows as pubs
peat-candles lit in snugs
a cornucopia of the absurd
in another dream world
whores in garters parade in gutters, politely
guys and girls in brown leather provide a stern security
its the mood of a fayre, a medieval fete
with glastonbury heavy flows of people through each scene
three tracks lead off over the hip of the hill:
the right hand lane leads to forgotten adventures
the left hand unexplored
this center lane leads along a hedgerow and over aligned hillcrests and the odd copse
this is the danger lane
it leads to him, direct to him
somewhere along we all must hide but they know where we are
he changes the form of the land
he inflects the change
infects it
the nearer we are to him the more pronounced the change
its not a conscious effort of his but it's as a consequence of him that this happens
and yet it is terrible
as he is
23:06 white noise signal, compelled to come outside to a street fayre in my honour
observed the appropriate scenes
subconsciously it was VERY compelling, for a moment, a deep hypnosis, psychic terrorism - whether demonic, alien / extra-terrestrial or more anthro-terrestrial by nature
the pyramid seems to act as a way-station
entire families on holiday disembark, luggage in hand
daddy entity wears a hawaiian shirt and chomps on a cuban cigar
and there i am, by habit
awaiting, unknowing and receiving
how many infiltrations have there been?
back into the inside of my head?
am i the boarding lounge?
welcome to the human reality, please enjoy your unsuspecting host and enter, as always through the back of his head as he sits at his computer
ladies and gentle-tees!
for one night only!
you can experience spirit incarnate
in flesh made manifest
why not take that excursion into matter you've always promised yourself?
YOU can peep out through the eyes of an unsuspecting, unassuming, humungous human
yes, that's right
YOU can be one of those stupid humans for
ONE NIGHT ONLY!!
why not take advantage of our early bird, your family gets the worm, special offer?!
bring the kids, the wife
Hell, even bring your parents
Fun For All
Fun For All
It's Fun For All
Fun For All
Fun For All
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flakebelly Stornoway, UK
Indie, Acoustic & Psychedelic music from The Outer Hebrides. "Extensive and wildly eclectic sonic adventures" - Tom
Robinson, BBC 6 Music
found underneath a gooseberry bush, some time past. grown crooked-tree and raggydoll. now a purveyor of pomes and posey, liking nothing more than to be thumbing his Flaming Jangle Music all hours
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